I was with my mother taking Braedon to see my Grandfather, my dad's dad. He was old - older than he actually lived and I remember he was wearing a white shirt. He felt he didn't have much longer so he wanted to see us one last time. My Grandmother had already passed away and he had been living alone for some time.

We talked for a while then I told him about the dream I had where he told me a little about his logging accident. I asked him if he actually had a near-death experience and he told me that he hadn't. He said it was all nonsense and nothing like that happened. I felt like a total fool. I had believed what I dreamed and couldn't help but cry as I told him. I felt embarrassed.

{Part Two}

Next, I dreamed I was in a convenience store talking to Dave Attell of Insomniac and some other girl who happened to be there. I had to leave for a moment. When I came back, Dave and the girl had been attacked by a black man wanting their money. They hadn't been carrying any and the man got mad and punched them both in the face. He was still there in the store, sitting on the floor. I asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted my money. I told him I didn't have any. Then he said he'd take some chocolate-milk. I went in the back of the store to make him some chocolate milk so he would leave.

We had a whole room to ourselves and sat at a long table as we worked on the story. Simon and I seemed to be really good friends. We occasionally flirted with each other, but nothing serious. We'd talk and laugh and playfully lean on each other every now and then, but that's as far as it went.

The dream changed and I was in a white dress riding a very nice brown horse. I was jumping bars in an equestrian games arena alone. The horse's performance was flawless. He cleared every jump with ease.

When I was finished there, I went to my rooms in the castle where I lived with my mother the Queen and my sister. I was looking for my husband (Peter Steele - though he had no name I knew of in the dream, but I'll use "Peter"). At first, I couldn't find him anywhere so I decided to check my sister's room. She had been bedridden by complications with pregnancy. I was pregnant too, but was perfectly healthy. She had Peter in her room doing something for her as she sat in bed and sewed. They were talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. I had a bad feeling about the situation.

Peter was a simple man - uneducated, hard working, trusting, loyal, and lived by his heart. I hadn't married Peter for position, he had no position to offer. I married him because he was honest and caring and his love for me was pure, he didn't care what I was. He loved me for me and I loved him for him. I was worried about what my sister was telling him and what she may make him tell her that she could twist for her own purposes.

My sister hadn't been able to keep her husband despite the fact that she was a princess. She was bitter that I had kept a husband who was so devoted to me. I knew if I walked in and tried, no matter how innocently, to get him to leave with me, she would find something to accuse me of - jealousy, harrassment, anything. So I went to my room instead.

Later, Peter came to me and told me that the Queen requested that we both go to her at once. At first, I spat my refusal in anger. I already had a good idea of what she wanted with us. Peter implored me to change my mind out of fear of defying the Queen. I didn't care either way, but because of Peter's concern, I gave in and agreed to go.

We entered my mother's bedchamber. She was also bedridden with some illness of age that was common in that time. There was a man there too, sharply dressed, patiently waiting for us with a notepad in hand. I recognized him as an inspector who exclusively served the aristocracy. I dreaded the possible outcome of this meeting, but held firm in the face of it.

When we had taken our places, standing just beyond the foot of the bed, my mother asked the inspector to read aloud his findings. She had waited for us all to be together before hearing the results for herself. Basically, she had this man do a sort of "background check" on Peter and me. The man reported that he had found nothing criminal or even unfavorable in either of our pasts. My mother looked a little disappointed, but only in the way that she had expected certain news that wasn't there.

The Queen dismissed him and I immediately asked her why there had been an investigation into our lives. She babbled a bunch of nonsense about it being routine and that everyone at one point was investigated. I knew we were being fed excuses that she was making up on the spot. I rushed to her bedside and forced her mouth shut with my hand and yelled at her to stop lying. Her eyes were wide with surprise, but I continued. I asked her if my sister had fed her all these suspicions. I told her that I knew about my sister's talk with my husband and that I knew that she would use anything he said and change it into something bad then use it against me. Before I released my mother's mouth, I asked her one last time if it was my sister who had lied to her in the hopes that Peter and I would be wrongly accused of something. My mother began nodding her head and as I released her, she confirmed that my sister had lied and there was no choice but to investigate to discover the truth.

That was all I needed to hear. I woke up as Peter and I left her bedchamber.

He stopped and gave me the bomb. I think his reason was that he couldn't keep running and hiding with it because it was so big and heavy. There was a third person with us. A man who told Yueh to be still as he removed a microchip from below his left eye. The microchip was barely wider than a hair. After the man removed it, he showed it to me under a magnifying glass then left, giving me the microchip. Yueh left too and I wondered what I would do with my bomb.

It wasn't long before a detective (Vin Diesel) was tracking me. I don't know how he got his information, but he knew I had a bomb and he was pretty sure I would use it. What was unknown and feared was where I would choose to detonate it. At first, I didn't know what I wanted to do with it - sell it, save it for a worthy occasion, blow something up now, etc. I was having a hard time deciding, but I really had my mind set on blowing up a school. I didn't know which one I would demolish though - and this bomb could definitely demolish a school. It was just that big, which was why "Detective Diesel" was working extra hard to stop me.

I hadn't been in school for a long time so the chances were slim that the same staff would be working at my old school. What would be the point of razing the school if I didn't have a quarrel with anyone there? Just the same, I took my bomb to the school and hid it while I checked the place out and tried to decide finally if I would detonate there or not.

After walking the halls a while, I had pretty much made up my mind not to blow up the school. Just as I started to leave, Diesel showed up with his partner, a black man I remember, and chased me through the building. I somehow managed to escape with my bomb, but it wasn't easy.

Now I was mad. I knew exactly what I wanted to use my bomb for. I wanted to blow up Detective Diesel! Since he was out hunting me, I knew the last place he would be was in his office. I took the bomb to the police station and set it up right under his desk. I had three different remote detonation devices on me. I didn't plan on failing. I wanted to kill this bastard. I hated him for tracking me all over the place. I hated him for his smug expressions even though he hadn't really gained any ground. I left the police station and felt quite satisfied.

When I got home, I checked my remotes. One remote was small and black with simple controls. Another was in the form of a toy model car. It was lime green with tinted windows and had hidden buttons on its sides and bottom. The third one didn't work by itself. It was a VHS tape that had to be playing as I wore the microchip and sent a mental command for the explosion. Basically, it channeled a telekinetic command, setting the bomb as if I was "lighting the fuse" by hand. Everything checked out as far as I could tell.

Diesel was nearby again - finding a way into my house! He knew I had detonation remotes. Where was he getting his information? I found places to hide the remotes around the house. As I did this, I heard Detective Diesel talking, trying to reason with me.

I had just started to run, but the detective had succeeded in his reasoning. I stopped and realized it was stupid to look for a place to destroy just because I was bored. I let him catch up with me and decided to help him disassemble the bomb. It had been under his desk, but suddenly, it was back with me and I handed it over. He couldn't believe the size of it. He had never seen a single bomb made to use so many long sticks of dynamite.

I collected two of the remotes and offered them to him. I told him about the third, but I didn't know where on me the microchip was or how to remove it. I also told him that I believed I could detonate the bomb without the tape. Diesel looked hard at me as if trying to decide if he should kill me now in case I blew us all to Hell with a random thought.

I saw this in his eyes and assured him that it would take concentration and a force of will to telekinetically detonate a bomb that was only a few feet away from me...like talking yourself into holding your hand in a fire, you can do it, but it would take a strong will. I woke up before we continued our work.

Martha Stewart was touring with her show across America and at each stop, there was a bull or angry cow that would attack her. The last time it happened, I helped her up and into the bleachers where the bull couldn't get to her.

{Now, on to the main story.}

I was in an establishment for homeless and runaway children/teens. It was night and I was in my assigned room getting ready for the sale that would soon start.

Every so often, there would be a night when all of us would be made to dress in the finest clothes and stand in an open archway in front of our room for people to drive by and take a look at us and possibly purchase one of us. These nights could be both exciting and humiliating at the same time. We dreaded the actual event, but it was exciting to dress up in the hopes that someone would find us pleasing enough to their eyes to buy us. Any one of us could sell for many thousands. The final price was always negotiated between the buyer(s) and the managers.

I was wearing a lovely beige lace dress and nice diamond jewelry. I quickly looked myself over as I walked out back onto my low balcony so I could get my friends' attention and see if they were ready. All our rooms had the same design. The main room was domed and housed a second dome of thick twisted metal designs. At the very top of the metal dome, there was a hole with a large razor-sharp metal spiral which rose to meet the outer ceiling. Needless to say, the metal dome within the domed room was meant to keep us from escaping at night. Other than the main room, there was a short, but wide hallway that led from the main room to the semi-circular balcony. We would all go out to our balconies when we wanted to talk. The rooms were all in line so one had to shout to talk to someone a few rooms away.

A young Italian-looking guy with medium-length dark brown hair had the room next to mine. None of us had ever really gotten to know him because he usually kept to himself. He looked about seventeen years old and was the only male there that we knew of. He was in a starched white shirt, black vest, black dress pants and polished black shoes. He was standing at the farthest edge of his curved balcony staring towards his room with his arms folded. I understood how he felt. It was probably tough for him being surrounded by girls then having to display himself like a whore for a parade of potential buyers.

But he wasn't the one I wanted to talk to. My best friend, Misty, lived in the room next to his. She was younger than I and tended to be rather emotional over most things. I wanted to make sure she was holding up. I called her name and she came out onto her balcony. Her brown hair was tied up in a black ribbon and she wore a shiny maroon dress with black lace trim, black panty-hose, and black high-heels. I remember thinking to myself that her attire didn't make her look grown up, but more like a kid who had been forced by her parents into a beauty contest. She looked angry, fed-up with the world. She didn't want to go out for sale, but at the same time, she didn't want to stay in the home any longer. It didn't matter; we weren't given a choice. We had to participate in the sale.

She didn't feel much like talking so I started to walk back to my room to try to hear through the wall if everything was about to get started. Right then, I looked down and saw a diamond necklace with a gold chain. It was broken. I knew it wasn't mine, but I had the strong feeling that this necklace had caused a problem with all of us before and might again if it was seen. I picked it up and enclosed it in my fist and walked inside.

It was finally time for the sale. I walked to the archway on the edge of the elliptical road where people drove around while deciding on which girl they wanted. It was a clear, cool night and I enjoyed being out. For some reason, I was confident that I wouldn't be bought. The event lasted on into the next day so everyone could get a chance to drive around and look. Besides, there were a few of us still unpurchased.

Unexpectedly, an old friend drove up in a blue car. He wasn't there to buy a girl, but since the crowd had died down and the managers were now allowing the general public to drive through, he decided he'd have a look out of curiosity. I stood to the side and told him to park under my archway. He got out and I saw that he had a pack of cigarettes and I asked for one. He gave it to me and we smoked and talked. I had to hide my cigarette when one of the managers happened by, but I didn't get caught.

My friend asked me what I was doing there up for sale like all the others. I told him I was just having fun because I was bored. I really did have a home, but life was dull so I admitted myself to the runaway home. Laughingly, he said I was crazy and couldn't believe I did this. We talked for a while and I realized that I wanted to be free again, out in the "real world". My friend thought that was a good idea and offered to give me a ride, but I had to tell him that I couldn't leave with him unless he bought me. Anyone could check in, but one had to be bought to be able to leave. He didn't have the money to buy me, but I wasn't deterred from the idea of finally leaving there.

Later that night, I decided I would escape. My first and only thought was to use something to dig a small tunnel underneath the wall of the main room, then make a run for the gates and climb over. I knew once I was off the premises, I couldn't be forced to go back. If I was captured by police, all I had to do was prove that I did have a home and they would have to release me no matter what. They couldn't take someone from their home and force them back into the home for the runaways. I woke up before I could start digging.

I was in a large pool hall, larger than I've ever seen. For the size of the place, there weren't very many people there - about ten or so. I only remember two of the people: Ozzy Osbourne and an old man I'd never seen, yet he was familiar. There was a third person there who was familiar to me, but I didn't know right away that he was there.

The old man took me to the side and told me to kill Mitch, an old boyfriend of mine from eight years ago. I was given an old snub-nosed revolver and a decorative ivory-handled blade. Then, he pointed in Mitch's direction.

It was like I had been programmed. As I approached Mitch, I knew I had no reason to kill him and I wondered why I felt I must do this, but in my mind it was undeniable. Kill Mitch. I walked slowly towards him. He didn't suspect anything. Why would he?

Deep inside, I was struggling terribly with what I was about to do. The knife was concealed under my jacket, the gun in my pocket. It was my plan to stab him in the stomach then shoot him in the head when he went down.

With my right hand, I reached under the left side of my jacket and gripped the knife tightly. My left hand I slid into my left pants pocket and eased my fingers into place around the gun. Both weapons ready.

Now, I was standing almost right in front of Mitch. In a flash, I raised the knife to strike, but at the last possible instant, I hesitated and the knife lost the force of the momentum. It still hit him in the lower torso, but it didn't even pierce his skin. Still, he bent over double believing he was stabbed. As he instinctively clutched the knife, I released it to him. I hadn't meant to.

Mitch went down on his knees and straightened, he no longer wore the white shirt he had been wearing. He saw that there was no blood and started to turn his head in my direction to see who had tried to kill him. Before he could fully look at me, I whipped out the gun and shot him near his heart at close range. He briefly fell forward to hands and knees, but didn't go down. There was blood this time and he was in a lot of pain, but the injury wasn't severe. He slowly rose to his knees and, straining to speak, he asked me why I had done this.

Seeing that he was still able enough not to fall, it occurred to me that he could attack me with the knife. Though he was weak and gasping, I feared that he would do this so I made myself turn around and walk away. I only took a few steps then something commanded me to go back and finish the job. More than this, I sincerely wanted to put him out of his misery. I raised the gun a second time and shot him in the side of his neck. Since he was kneeling, the bullet exited from just below his opposite shoulder.

Still he didn't fall, but he was groaning pitifully and was covered in blood. He was speaking incoherently and I turned and walked slowly toward the main door. From behind me, I heard Mitch clearly say, "I'm about to die!"

Next, I heard an old high-school friend of mine, Johnny Wooten, ask him, "What is it like?" I halfway turned around and I saw that everyone had gathered around Mitch, not to help him, but to witness death. Johnny had asked what everyone wanted to know. As much as I wanted to know the answer too, I turned again and walked out. I doubted Mitch was very capable of answering anyway.

{Part 2}

I was a slave in the secret underground lab of an old mad scientist. The lab looked like a shed on the inside, it had old wooden walls and a wood floor. The equipment, however, was top-notch. The scientist, I believe, was the same old man who made me kill Mitch. He was trying to create a goo that would turn anything it covered into a doorway for the dead to re-enter the world of the living.

Although I "worked" for him, I didn't want him to succeed. This was mainly because I was afraid that Mitch would return to avenge himself. One day when the old scientist left the lab, I tried to sabotage his project. He returned too soon and was able to stop me. He threatened me with some sort of punishment if I tried it again.

Soon, it was complete and he was ready to test his invention. He smeared the reddish goo onto a phone jack and soon many oddly shaped eyeballs (representing souls) began coming through the phone jack. I picked one up. It was like holding stiff jello. I studied it for a second then let it drop to the floor. After this experience, I escaped the lab. I couldn't be a part of it any longer. The scientist didn't stop me. He was too madly enthusiastic in his success to care I suppose.

After I while, I returned to the lab. I had to see what progress had been made, or rather, what damage had been done. When I got there, the lab was empty and had been thoroughly cleaned. There was a man on a ladder in one corner disconnecting wires at the ceiling. I ignored him for the moment and ran to the phone jack where the souls had been entering. The phone jack had been removed and all the wires there had been cut. I didn't speak to the man in the corner, but I knew it was he who had put a stop to the mad scientist and disassembled his lab. I didn't ask questions, I was just so happy that someone had been able to stop it all. I woke up.

We waited so long at the hospital that my mother wanted to leave and just come back later hoping they wouldn't be as busy. I wanted to wait, but I had to do what she said.

When we got home, my husband thought it was funny that I had dislocated my jaw and was forced to hold it. He thought it would be even funnier if he tickeled me while I struggled to keep the painful jaw in place. He started to tickle me and mother joined in. They had no idea what kind of pain they were putting me through. I tried to tell them, but they didn't care. They just bad-mouthed me for not nicely playing along and laughing while they tickled. Then they didn't want to have anything to do with me because I was a "bad sport". The pain was so bad that I would actually see flashes of yellow light accompanying the "sparks" of pain.

A small detail I remember is trying to drink something. I had to use a straw, but even that was difficult.

Later, we decided to go back to the hospital. The ride there was Hell. I don't remember who was driving, but the person was rapidly switching lanes, coming within inches of hitting other vehicles and almost ran over someone. I was still holding my jaw in place the best I could, but it was difficult. My arm would get tired or I would forget I had to hold it and it was a pain in the ass the whole time. I woke up before I ever made it back to the hospital. For a few seconds after I woke up, I still believed my jaw was dislocated.

I was in a very nice, high quality retirement home trying to visit a certain elderly lady. I never knew her name. At first, the receptionist refused to let me visit her. I had to show proper credentials before I could get in. I did so and was allowed visitation. I don't know what I was, but it seemed I was an agent of some sort.

The lady I wanted to see wasn't ordinary somehow, and because of this, she was never allowed to leave her rooms, which was much like an apartment. She was provided with everything she needed, except freedom. Her door was barricaded. I had to move the heavy barricade to the side to get to her door. There was no way she could've gotten out.

I opened the door and she was standing in the middle of the main room. She appeared to be around eighty years old. She wore a long, white nightgown and had faded blonde hair, nearly white. She had no reaction to my being there - total indifference. She was aware of me, but she simply went on about her daily routine as if I wasn't there.

I was looking for something that I thought she had. I remember going through a decorated wooden chest, but I didn't find what I was looking for. So, I began examining the room in general and found an open window, the screen still in place, with cigarette butts pushed into and under the screen and more butts just lying on the sill. She couldn't remove the screen to throw the butts out and she refused to dispose of them in her rooms. I wondered if the opposite window had been done the same way. It was totally clean. I found this strange for some reason. She would only smoke at that one particular window.

I returned to the open window and saw my grandfather outside. In an instant, I was outside standing next to him. He said a few words to me about the lady inside, something sympathetic. Then we were quiet for a minute. During this short silence, I looked around. It was a very bright sunny day. I saw a few people walking in the distance and cars passing. I noticed that the road curved away sharply just past the home.

My grandfather started talking again. I don't know what he said, but he talked as we casually walked to the side of the building. Suddenly, I remembered that there was something in his life that I had always been curious about (I never knew the whole true story in real life). I interrupted him immediately and told him that I must ask him something. It was terribly important to me. I asked him what actually happened during his near-death experience. He told me that a log had fallen on his leg and that he was alone with no one to help him. He said that he had considered using a saw to cut through his leg. I thought he meant that he wanted to cut it so he could get free, but he said something about wanting to be able to bleed to death more quickly so he wouldn't have to feel the pain. This confused me and I woke up.

I had to interview all over again and although I knew my boss and was familiar with everything still, I was nervous. He was letting me do all the talking and he just stared at me, not saying a word. He was like a statue.

After the interview, I went into the operators' room and started arranging my things as if I worked there already. After doing that, I realized that I had only just re-interviewed and there was no guarantee that I would be hired. I felt quite embarrassed. Before I could "unpack", my boss walked in and handed me my old headset. It gave me the impression that he wanted me to get straight to work. I told him that I could start the next day because I hadn't even told my husband that I was even leaving the house that day so he didn't know that I was out looking for a job in the first place. Then there were arrangements to be made for Braedon. My boss seemed ok with this and I left, then woke up.

I was at the old house where I spent most of my childhood years. There was a big oak tree at the edge of the field. The oak tree was magical, but only for children and children were mysteriously drawn to it. They played and danced around it, they hung from the branches, and they could even crawl inside it. The highlight of their days was to play around this tree and they couldn't be happier.

There was one old man who didn't like seeing the happy children and he wanted to cut down the tree. He didn't realize that the tree was alive with intelligence. It had feelings. It would have been like murder to chop down that tree. I and a friend, Jay, were trying to stop him. Then he was trying to kill us!

Somewhere near the end of the dream, he ended up inside the tree and various things were talking to him and he finally realized what this tree was and decided not to kill it. I woke up shortly afterwards.

My first project, which everyone was working on at the time, was to make a tattoo gun using spare parts and even decorate the damned thing. A couple of the girls who work there thought it was great that I was working there too and they tried to help me. I actually started catching on towards the end of the first day. I was suddenly learning everything so quickly that I didn't want to leave at 5pm, but my son was getting sleepy. He stayed in a separate room there while I worked.

I was the last one to leave. The plant was empty. I went to get on my motorcycle to leave and there was a guy in the parking garage watching me. He would look at me, then look at my bike. The bike did look really impressive. I had to make some tight turns to get out of the garage, but I did it with ease and the guy yelled compliments at me in a flirty kind of way. I ignored him and left. What was so cool was that my son was on a little motorcycle doing wheelies while he waited for me. Then he headed for home in front of me. He was a damned good driver for being three years old.

Next, I was at my Grandmother's house. A lot of people were there. I remember John Bennett (played "Death" in Mulberry) laying on the couch. Most of them were planning to go swimming somewhere. They were waiting for something though. They were probably waiting for someone to pick them up, but I don't know. I hadn't planned on going. I didn't swim and I didn't know any of these people well enough to go anywhere with them.

Suddenly, Simon shows up. He wasn't there to go swimming. He didn't really have a reason for being there at all. At least, not a reason he was ready to admit. I had the feeling again that he was waiting for a chance to say something to me. It was the way he kept glancing at me. I knew I was the reason he was there. I wanted to speak to him too, but I wanted to get a shower first because I had been doing a lot around the house and I reeked.

The rest of the dream is about me trying to get my shower. All sorts of things kept stopping me. I couldn't find any clothes. I couldn't find the towels. I couldn't even get undressed because when I would get my shirt off, I'd suddenly have another shirt on! Finally, though still having the same problems, I made it to the bathroom to get a shower. I saw Simon walking towards the bathroom too. I asked him if he needed in before I got my shower. He said that he would do his business while I got a shower. I was at a loss for words for a few seconds, but finally said ok. I got in the shower as he sat on the toilet and still I couldn't get undressed - more shirts. I did sneak a look at his dick, but I wish I hadn't. It was inhumanly huge! Think big horse here.

We started chatting with each other as I tried to start the shower and a girl walked in wearing only white panties. Her breasts were small, but the nipples were red and sticking straight out over an inch from each breast! She was trying to talk Simon into leaving with the group to go swimming. I felt terrible because I knew he was going to go with her and here I was not even able to take a shower so I could socialize with anybody in the first place. Simon had given up on me because I was taking so long. It was funny though because the girl had been kneeling, talking to Simon as he was still sitting on the toilet. When she stood up, one of her nipples poked him in the eye. She waited for him to finish then they walked out together and I woke up.

I decided to go back to them again to have a breast reduction. I remember being nervous about seeing the alien doctor. I knew I had been there before, but still this was the first time I was going to see one of them in the true form. The one who handled most public affairs had gone through many alterations to look human. In the face, he looked like the guy who was "Crank" on The Electric Company.

I was waiting for the "doctor" to come in and I was concentrating on keeping calm for when he entered. I didn't want to appear shocked or repulsed and possibly insult him. It was hard not to cringe at the sight of him when he did finally enter. He was gray all over and appeared slick like a slug. Actually, he looked like a human-sized slug that stood upright. He told me that all I needed to do was let the little alien he was holding wrap around my ankles and it would be done. The little alien, about the size of a large cat, oozed to me and I put my feet through it as if I were putting on shorts. It clung to my ankles for a few seconds then detached and oozed away.

I noticed results immediately. I was happy and left. Soon after leaving I felt really weak and my breasts continued to shrink, but more than that, it seemed my whole body was shrivelling. Then I ran into a girl who recognized my shock and pain. She said that she had been to the alien clinic and now she knew she was dying. She said a friend of hers had died after they did something to her. I knew I was dying too. I could feel it. I knew I had little time, but I wanted to find out what had been done to me and if I could be helped.

I did discover that the aliens were offering free, satisfactory services to get the trust of the people. Then, when they had many people coming in every day, they started using the little alien to implant eggs into people and the young would feed on the body and would free itself after the body died. It had been their plan all along. They would multiply and eradicate all human life. I woke up before I became to weak to move.

The ship had been flung so far that it reached a part of the universe that it couldn't pass through so the crew sort of passed through the ship and out into space. I was outside of the ship with Picard, Data, and Riker. We were actually standing in space - there was nothing under our feet, but we were still able to stand and walk. We could also breathe. The reason that space was so different there was because it was the oldest part of the universe. We were standing at the edge of the universe.

We were all talking about our situation when we suddenly saw Chewbacca! Somehow, we all knew that this was really Worf and that for some reason, being in this place had forced him to evolve. So we knew where Wookies came from at least: Klingons would one day evolve into them!

We all knew that I was the only one who could get everyone out of this. I went back in time just a day or so and found Worf on the Enterprise. I had to get Worf off the ship so we transported to a rocky planet with man-eating beasts that we had to avoid by climbing the rocks. Then I went back to the Enterprise just to make sure that I remembered exactly how Data had caused the problem. At some point through my investigation I realized that what Data had done was called "Mercury Boosting". I went back to the planet and told Worf that I had to go back and get the others. He asked me if he could come. I hesistated. It seemed there was some reason why it was best for him to stay behind, but I couldn't think of it so I said, "I don't see why not." We left together and the dream ended.

Skip now to me getting ready for our wedding. Everything was behind schedule and it was raining. We were having the wedding at night I think. Anyway, I had a house full of people who were suppose to be helping me get ready, but they were lounged on the couch watching TV or doing whatever and I was trying to do everything myself. I had my dress laid out and I took a nice, long bath. Getting dressed was a hassle and I remember having to wash something at the last minute. I didn't know how I was going to make it on time.

Suddenly, it was daytime and I was looking over all the decorations and such. Something about it all was too familiar. I realized I was in my Grandmother's back yard and the setup for this wedding was the same as the one for the wedding to Jareth.

As in the dream before, I suddenly dreaded this wedding because I felt like I was betraying Jareth. I couldn't make up my mind which one to choose. I loved them both. It felt wrong to marry either one. I woke up never having made a choice.

Suddenly, I heard my name, but it wasn't a sound and it wasn't my name. It was more like a summons sent straight into my mind. I perked up and quickly walked to its source, passing right through the wall to the outside of the house. I already knew who had called to me. Jareth was waiting for me.

We tightly embraced and spun around in joy. In my blind happiness I said, "Oh my Jareth!" As soon as those words left me, I froze. I'd forgotten that I belonged to someone else. I tried to cover my reaction to this memory. I pulled away from Jareth and looked into the back yard - which was my Grandmother's back yard. Everything was decorated for a wedding! A feeling of pure dread enveloped me. What was I doing here about to marry Jareth when I was in a serious relationship with...Peter Steele?!

I was standing right behind the pipe. I saw Kain (the Blood Omen 2 version) balancing effortlessly on the pipe. He had the Soul Reaver and was wearing his Iron Armor. I could control him just as if I was playing a video game, but there was no reason to move him at the moment. I just watched and listened because I didn't know what was going on.

I heard a man's voice. There was a man standing outside the mansion. I could barely see him, but I heard his voice as if he was standing right in front of me. Then, through Kain's eyes, I saw a projection of this man's face zoom in to within inches of my face, or rather, Kain's face. The man's face was glowing white in the same fashion as the ground. He looked human - not a game character as Kain was.

This man had been talking the whole time, ranting really. He sounded very disturbed. I realized I knew the voice! It was the voice of Magnus (the crazy vampire from Blood Omen 2). Of all he said, the only part I understood was that when he was a boy, he found a small, blackened skull that had been buried in the back yard of the mansion. He had grown up in that mansion and never came to terms with what he saw. He felt he had to keep it a secret and was never able to bring himself to tell anyone. That was what had driven him insane.

This lunatic was an enemy that Kain had to dispose of. I tried to think of a good strategy, but if I stayed still too long on the pipe, Trish (from Devil May Cry) would appear and fight me. She "zoomed" in toward Kain, glowing the same as the ground and the crazy man. She was easy to defeat. I would control Kain to strike her with the Soul Reaver. This happened a couple of times. As long as I stood still, she kept coming at regular intervals. Each time Kain struck her down, her soul would leave her body just like in the Soul Reaver games. The soul was light purple and the sword would devour it. I saw nothing more after that.

While sorting through the books, I somehow got the feeling that I was dreaming. To test this, I would envisage what the cover of the next book I picked up would be and it matched. This moment of lucidity didn't last long, however, and I was back to normal dreaming.

Next, I was playing Devil May Cry. I was fighting Griffon in the coliseum. I noticed that Griffon never advanced on me. He stayed, wings outspread, against one edge of the coliseum and "sprayed" his red lightning at me over and over. Also, I took no damage from his attacks. I wanted to try to get above him so I jumped to the upper floor, but somehow I jumped too high and went over the coliseum wall. Since this area was outside of the gameplay, I was stuck in a sort of freefall against a light blue screen. The only thing I could think to try was to use holy water to kill Griffon and hope that the cutscene would break me out of the glitch, but I don't think I had enough holy water to kill him.

The dream changed and I was now standing outside my Grandma's house at dusk. You could see many stars, but night never fully came. It remained dusk until the end of the dream.

I went inside the house and there was a man who looked like Noah from The Ring. There was a woman there too, but she never spoke. She would have only one use in this dream. I went to the man and I kissed him. I wanted to have sex with him right there and then, but he was reluctant at first. Not because he didn't want me, he just felt it was the wrong time and place. So I undressed anyway, then undressed him. After that, he didn't refuse. We did it in the living room and it involved several items of living room furniture. Details don't matter so I won't add them. I'll just say it was X-rated.

Afterwards, I went back outside and wanted to find Dante (from Devil May Cry). I tried to fly but I couldn't. I knew I was suppose to be able to fly because I knew it was a dream again so I knew I should have some control. I stopped at the edge of the house and looked up. I envisaged a meteor with a long tail ripping through the sky. A second later I saw it. I had control over this small element, but I had too much grasp on reality to fly right then.

I didn't give up. I still had to get to Dante. I don't know why. I just had to, so I tried flying again. It seemed I could feel the wings more than before, but I still was barely getting off the ground. Then, the strangest thought occurred to me. I noticed I was pregnant and it was the weight of the baby keeping me grounded. Just then, Braedon's Blue's Clues play house was right next to me so I got in and promptly delivered a baby. Just as quickly, I handed it over to the "extra" woman in the dream (see, told you she had a purpose). I don't know if it was a boy or girl, but it didn't matter.

Now, flying was easy. I flew to Dante and talked with him briefly. I have no idea what we talked about, but it seemed important. Then, I went back to the guy that looked like Noah and we talked about our relationship. Basically, if he wasn't willing to continue his relationship with me, I would go back to Dante. I asked "Noah" one last time if he wanted for us to stay together. He didn't say a word. He looked as if he didn't care or maybe he wouldn't let himself care because he didn't want to committ. I told him he had made his choice and I sprouted wings that looked like Dante's. I told him that Dante was half-demon and if I joined with him I would become half-demon, too. He still said nothing. I took it that we were finished.

I left and flew back to Dante. We kissed. Dante was definitely a better kisser than "Noah"! His mouth was cold, especially his tongue. It was electrifying and refreshing. It was like drinking iced water on a scorching day. He released me, turned and walked a few steps away. I was frozen in place, trying to hold on to that soothing kiss. I looked towards him then woke up.

As if watching a movie, I saw her in a grocery store. She took a taxi to her apartment with her bags. A security officer at the apartment building helped take her groceries in because she was dropping them left and right. Her apartment was a complete mess. They had trouble finding a place to put the groceries. It looked like she hardly had room to live!

Next, I saw her at her job. She worked at a small restaurant with tables outside. It was more like a hot dog stand. At this point I enter the dream as a detective with the police department. I was sitting at one of the tables with a fellow detective going over a record of Vivien's ATM withdrawals. The name on the record was "Amy" and it confused my detective friend. I told him it was her new name, issued to keep her identity private. He asked me what her real name was and I forgot. I knew that I knew it, but it wouldn't come to my mind. I felt bad that I couldn't remember because "Amy" was my friend, had been for years. Vivien had heard our conversation and leaned towards me from around her hot dog stand and said, "Vivien". I felt so bad that she had overheard that I had forgotten her real name.

In this next part of the dream, Vivien had been found, despite her new identity, and had been murdered. I was working the case. She had been shot to death with an older model hand gun. We learned this from ballistics; the gun had not yet been found.

I had slept in my car, a light blue 1992 Ford Taurus, in an empty field off a highway. When I woke up, there were people walking around and a few old crumbling buildings nearby. I was sitting in the driver's seat with only a t-shirt and underwear on. I popped my trunk from inside then got out and grabbed some shorts from the trunk and shut the lid. While I had been getting the shorts, a black man had gotten into my car! He nearly shut the door but I grabbed it and told him that I had to pick up my son, which was a lie but I thought maybe he'd be compassionate and give my car back. He didn't say anything, at least, nothing I could understand and he ran from the car. I saw sand on his hands and thought it was strange. As I got back in my car, I saw a gun on the back seat covered in sand. Somehow, I knew right away this was the murder weapon.

I drove back to the police department and before I parked, my cellphone rang. It was an officer who said he just got an anonymous call saying that the murder weapon would be found in my vehicle. Before he fully told me this, I cut in and told him I knew what he was going to say and that, yes, the gun was with me and I told him how it got there. It seemed the black man was attempting to frame me since it was my case. The officer believed me right away.

The scene jumps ahead a little now. Suddenly, I was standing in a parking garage and the man who put the gun in my back seat was running. A door opened and my dad and Scully (from X-Files) burst through and chased the guy. Then I woke up.

Our "office" was a large room with white walls and a high window that had a lovely, almost tropical, view of beautiful trees in the sunlight. Pillows and blankets covered the floor. There was one couch and one table along a wall. I vaguely remember that our boss was an older woman, but I don't remember what she looked like.

Our only client at the time was Peter Steele. He couldn't get interested in sex whatsoever. It was a very difficult case. We would take turns riding him and three of us would try to stimulate him through different areas at the same time, but no matter how hard we tried, he seemed totally bored with all of us. He had several appointments with us, not one produced any results.

One evening, Peter stopped by the clinic to tell us that he would no longer be needing our services. He said that he had met a gorgeous woman and had successfully had sex with her. He declared himself cured.

And all of us were out of a job.

It wasn't exactly as though we had been fired. It was more like Peter had simply been our final client and now that we were finished with his case, we were simply let go.

The other girls and I said our goodbyes and we all went to leave. I left through the building's main garage. It was night and raining fairly hard. Before I stepped out into the stormy night, I wondered where I would go. I had nowhere to go. I was back on the streets again.

It was night and I was one of three bodyguards accompanying an actor to see his girlfriend who was a singer scheduled to perform later that night. She was on the stage and the actor/boyfriend was talking to her from the floor. Suddenly they got in a heated argument and started yelling at each other. I just walked away.

I was talking to my mother at the place she used to live and she was married to Simon Templeman. She was telling me how in love with his own voice he was. She said that he made recordings of himself all the time and insisted that she let him record her to help her improve her voice quality. She was getting tired of it, yet worried about his mental state at the same time.

Next, I was standing outside with Christopher Walken and either Simon Templeman or Willem Dafoe (it wasn't clear to me). I was saying goodbye to them as they got into a small plane. Just before they could take off, three smaller planes of advanced design landed, surrounding the larger plane, and out of each climbed a large tan rat. The three rats, walking upright, looked at us and then dutifully, without a word, went into the house.

The men got out of the plane and we all went inside to see what the rats were doing. In the back of my mind, I had known all along that there were three vampires hunting all of us. Something told me that these intelligent "space-rats" were here to help get rid of them.

I was right. The space-rats had already found a hidden compartment in the kitchen where I kept special items to ward off vampires. It wasn't the typical items one would expect. No Earthling would have known to keep these particular items on hand to keep vampires away. The space-rats realized this, and began saying to one another in excited whispers, "Praetor! She is Praetor!! She's a Praetor!!" Hearing this ushered a memory to the front of my mind, something I had long forgotten. I had been a Praetor or a Praetorian Guard on a distant planet many years ago, as in centuries. I actually felt honored that they knew of me. I went outside to tell one of the men about this memory. As I was telling him, I woke up.

My own thoughts were too fast for me. A vision of Lt. Raziel in my mind instantly became manifest. I saw him on the opposite end of a hallway walking towards me. He was wearing an outfit that my mind had invented for him in a daydream: much like the attire of Sebastian, Raziel wore a body suit of polished silver and a flowing black cape. A most handsome creature.

The dream created a woman to be me, and she and Raziel started kissing. Even though I was watching, I knew it was "me" he was with, but it wasn't good enough. I wanted to experience him first hand. With a thought, I made him leave her. She, who was I, disappeared. Raziel began kissing me and I woke up.

The doors opened to reveal a lovely ballroom with a very high ceiling. The floor was one huge black and white picture, but I can't remember what it was a picture of. Far off to the left, there was a fully stocked bar. On the opposite side of the bar, there was a large dining room. These rooms were made from marble and very polished dark wood. We realized we were deep within a large sailing ship from the early 1900's. There was a captain's chair, which looked more like a throne, along one wall of the ballroom. A young, blonde-haired captain and a much younger serving boy suddenly materialized. The holographic captain was very arrogant and imposing, his personality was similar to Q's. His servant was silent, but kept close to his captain and watched all of us very carefully as if he didn't trust any of us. There was something disturbingly "evil" about both of them.

Somehow, we realized the holodeck's mortality failsafe had been compromised so we knew we were in possible danger from these characters. I was the only one of us armed, but I knew my phaser wasn't fully charged. The holographic captain said he would take over the Enterprise and made an intimidating move against Captain Picard. I immediately started to move around Data, who had been standing in front of me, to get a clear shot at the hologram. The boy then lunged at me. Data pushed him back and the boy fell on his rear, but instantly tried to get up. I fired my phaser at the boy, but only a thin, weak, dark-red blast came from it. Captain Picard yelled to me as he was fighting the holographic captain that the phasers needed to be set to "kill" to have any affect. I ran to a weapons compartment inside a wall and exchanged phasers and set the new one to maximum power. I vaporized the boy then turned to the remaining hologram and fired. The blonde-haired captain tried to resist it, but I kept the phaser on him and finally he vaporized as well.

With them gone, we toured the old ship and Captain Picard wanted to use it for a fancy-dress dinner party and invite a lot of "higher-ups". He wanted Data and I to be the entertainment for the party, but he wanted to add another person. He decided he wanted David Bowie there too.

The "scene" switches to a movie clip from Absolute Beginners, but this version was a love story centered around Bowie and Michelle Pfeiffer. It was a quick clip of the two on a date and they leave in a black, horse-drawn carriage. Very romantic. Then back to the holodeck.

The dinner-party is underway and Bowie is keeping the guests entertained. Data and I are behind a sort of decorative screen wall - we can see into the dining room, but the guests would have a hard time knowing we were there. I was watching with innocent curiosity because I had never seen so many important people in such fine dress having beautiful meals like this, but as I was trying to watch, Data kept flirting with me. It wasn't annoying me at all really. Actually, I was very impressed with how charming and romantic he was acting. He never took it too far and before I knew it, I was flirting back. When I finally realized how ridiculous this situation was, I asked him why he was acting this way. He said he was using me to practice the art of seduction. I told him he had learned it well and had to force myself back to watching the party because his charms were indeed working on me.

Finally, Data did take it too far and pulled me onto the floor with him. The dining room was only a few feet away and I didn't want the guests to hear us and discover us as we were. I told Data we couldn't do this, especially not here! Data seemed to get a little angry and said, "Why not? You're not the Captain's wife."

"That's true, I'm not the Captain's wife" I told him, but in this dream, Captain Picard and I actually were quite close.

"Yeah, right" he replied.

I started to worry at this point. It wasn't like Data to talk like this. I told him, "No, the Captain and I are not married!"

Right then, Bowie came in from the dining room looking fairly worn out. He told us that a woman who was supposed to have relieved him never showed up. I decided to give him a break and go in myself.

I entered the large dining room and although I saw several places to sit, I sat on a long wooden bench right up against a stuck-up looking woman. I was also sitting on a heap of cooked English peas. Someone told me I'd have to be the one to eat the peas I sat on. I ignored him. I turned everyone's attention to a video recorded in the 1980's that I had and played it for everyone. It was of a man in his small boat out in the water. This man looked like David from the old Sesame Street. I was pointing out that he had three R2D2s and an Atari arcade game in the back of his boat. I believe he had stolen them.

Strong waves began racking his boat. The next thing I know, all of us from the dinner party were on the boat too! A large wave finally capsized the boat and I was underwater. As in other dreams, I found I was able to breathe underwater and I was looking for anyone who might be in trouble. I couldn't see anyone. I found a wall of dirt and climbed to the top. I was out of the water, but the small, circular piece of island I ended up on was about fifty feet from where I should have come out of the water. I saw that everyone was safe though.

The man who looked like David had somehow righted his boat and brought it around to me. He then made the oddest request. He asked me to restore his teeth since they had rotted over the years. "Am I a genie who grants wishes now?" I asked. He said yes and to please give him better teeth. I asked him something about how he would treat these new teeth and if he planned to still have them in the next twenty years. He nodded over and over and promised to take good care of them so I gave him his new teeth and he started showing them off to everyone around.

The dream jumped now to the 1930's or 40's and I was a waitress in a posh restaurant. It was a slow night and a new waiter had just been hired. He sort of looked like a young Jeremy Brett. I watched him open the door for Eva Peron and her escort. He had no clue who they were and he was just fumbling everything. I decided it was best that I take over. There was a certain way you had to bow to her, else you would be insulting her. I performed the bow properly and led them to a table upstairs and outside.

Eva's escort was very overbearing and she couldn't even order what she really wanted. He would tell her to order something else. When things were starting to get out of hand between them, I asked if they would like a musician to play for them at their table. I just wanted something to distract them. Other waiters were looking at me and quietly shaking their heads for "no" - they didn't want to keep them waiting for a musician to be contacted and to arrive. They felt that the longer Eva and her escort stayed, the worse their problems would get. My fellow waiters didn't know that I had the power to instantly produce whomever they asked for.

Eva tried to think of someone. Finally, I suggested Joe Perry. In this dream, Joe Perry was not a member of Aerosmith, but a famous violinist. She thought that was a wonderful idea. I said I would have him brought to them and left the room. I walked under a hole in the roof and there were three of my friends, waiters, looking down at me as if to say, "Why did you offer to have Joe Perry brought in??" I just looked up at them and said, "I only did it because I have to go to the loo." (Not a word I use, but that's what I said.)

What I meant was that I needed an excuse to get away from their table and since I could use my power to summon Joe Perry at will, I used the time it would take to have him brought in to get a little break.

The restroom was filthy, but I had to pee so bad that I didn't care. I found the cleanest toilet and was just about to pee when I woke up...having to pee. Go figure.

My best lead to finding him would take me to a faraway cave. A huge, orange, and very friendly dragon was kind enough to give me a lift. He seemed happy to help me. When we reached my destination, he told me it was as far as he was allowed to travel, which was fine because he couldn't have fit through the cave entrance anyway.

I left my new friend and went inside the cave. I made my way to a large area where the cavern floor was flat. There was a shimmering blue and black circle in the center and as if I knew what I was doing, I stood inside the circle. Immediately, a transparent hemisphere enclosed me. I then began singing part of "Within You" from Labyrinth. I sang, "Live without the sunlight, Love without your heartbeat, I..." At this point, I heard Jareth's voice finish the line and a yellow glow was coming from the corner of the room - from underground.

I hadn't noticed them before, or perhaps they weren't there before, but there were steps leading deeper into the ground. I saw his shadow from the beam of light below before I saw him...I knew it was Jareth ascending the steps. Slowly, he made his way toward me. With a gesture of my hand, I released the transparent "shield" that had surrounded me to allow Jareth to come closer. Without a word, he came right up to me and passionately kissed me.

As we kissed, I ran my fingers through his hair. I noticed something odd. An ear was a little out of place...and pointed! I pushed him back and yelled, "You're not Jareth!" After I said that, I was slowly able to see through the magical disguise. I felt like I was coming out of a trance. The illusion of Jareth was fading away and I could see this thing was just a mischievious elf. With a thought, I raised the shield around me once again to keep him away from me. I felt disgusted that I had kissed this thing! As quick as lightning, the elf went back down the steps.

Once he was gone, the clear shield started crumpling around me. I saw a zipper on it! It had turned into a plastic tent. Suddenly, there were campers all around me and a campfire. The campers were laughing at me because it looked like I was trying to put a tent up and was failing. I woke up from all the confusion.

After walking a short distance, I saw Blake and asked him where Avon was. He told me Avon was waiting for me and pointed me toward a darkened corridor made of stone. I followed the corridor and entered the first room I came to, which was on the right. The room was very dimly lit, I don't recall any windows, and it was full with racks of medieval costumes. Curiously, I started looking through a rack. Just a moment later, Avon found me and excitedly walked up to me. Before I had a chance to say anything, he kissed me hard and hugged me very tightly. It was like he was overjoyed to see me. Just as he released me, I woke up.